For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for October 22, 2023

You still need the fairy godmother April.

This one really depends on April (and the readers) having seen a version of Cinderella where the mice had a prominent part, like Disney’s Cinderella. Elizabeth does not even mention mice, so it’s odd that April would fixate on them unless she was used to that version.

You want mice, Aypo, go look in our pole barn. There’s plenty of wild field mice roaming around in there.

This is a good one

From Lynn’s Comments: One of the many things about Ontario that I miss is the fall harvest. Along with the spectacular fall colours were the outdoor markets with their piles of pumpkins, crates of apples, fresh veg and homemade items of all kinds. Getting the Halloween pumpkin meant a long ride in the country to a big family farm where we’d buy produce and pumpkins, ride the hay wagon, and have coffee with friends. A signature pastry the family sold from their kitchen was a raspberry turnover to die for! You haven’t tasted heaven until you’ve had one of these. Reading this Sunday strip brings back all those wonderful memories.

I thought they lived in the city?? What is up with the farm buildings and animals?

Dem’s sum BIG punkinns!!

Talk to my cats. They know where they ALL Are…

I wish the colorist had given John and Liz different colored shirts.

Well, she has a point. If you want a Cinderella ride you need some horse powered mice to get to the ball.

♫Bippity Boppity Boo♫

I don’t know why they aren’t called PLUMPkins.

A kitten?

This is sweet! How a child’s imagination can soar! You could see the wheels turning in April’s mind (in the fourth panel) as she’s thinking of that coach that Liz mentioned. And that is why she’s thinking that real mice are going to turn into horses to drive the pumpkin they bought. Too bad it will be a letdown for her.

I was expected her to get changed for the ball

Good chance that you will find them there……

LOL.. Only in the mind of a child.

Kids want to see a mouse (or mice), yet the adults, not so much. About 15 ago, my godmother brought her 2 year old granddaughter to our house for Thanksgiving. Everything was fine, until we heard the scratching sounds of a mouse behind our oven. We adults were mortified, but this 2 year old excitedly said, “I wanna see the mouse! I want to see it!” As the host, I was mortified to the point where I prayed that the ground would open up under my feet. I still laugh about that incident, though.

If April’s going to poke around the farmyard, she should have her new boots on.

Aw, Apwil is Cinderella, aw.

Somehow, many adults do not want to have anything to do with mice. Growing up with a lot of woods and open fields around, we came to terms with the local wildlife. That came in handy a few Sundays ago when the organist panicked after finding a dead field-mouse on the peddles. The male pastor was no help either, so the onetime little kid, now an octogenarian had to pick the poor little carcass off the peddle-board and take it out for disposal.

The last 4 sections do not go with the first ones.

What happened to Crapril, the brat who was harassing Elizabeth and Anthony?

Episode 328